Miami Nights lyrics

[Verse 1: Glo Getta]
Ran it up like Flash, but not in a Trailblazer
Ran off on the plug twice and I need him later
When sh*t get hot in the streets, you scatter like roaches
It's a couple n*ggas that got my back and I know this
The best thing to pour some Trish in is some cream soda
f*ck a Scat Pack, I'm thinkin' 'bout a Cobra
The last time I fell, I got up and I brushed my shoulders
The last time I cuffed a b*tch, I ain't know better
When the last time you got on that road? You ain't countin' no cheddar
I'm built like a Ford truck, last in any weather
I'm a hood star, I know these n*ggas after me
Bust a n*gga, I ain't 'bout to wrestle like no athlete
Po' chase, I ain't 'bout to let the crackers catch me
Swervin' on the block, one-forty down the backstreets
You know what I mean
Play a b*tch over and over like a DVD
Play me on YouTube, I'm all over TV
I like to roll a three-five of some Runtz and some Russian Cream
I'ma pull off on the officer, roadkill and leave the scene

[Verse 2: Driveway Baby]
Let me tell you 'bout this time I rocked a clerk to sleep
Caught her on the right time, it was her first week
In the opps' hood, popped a n*gga on the first street
I can talk sh*t all day, this the first beat
Ran through like thirty sticks, you just got your first heat
I talk real rude to hoes, but I flirt neat
b*tch pus*y real drip, she got a slow leak
Just hit a head for 10K, she was so sweet
Hit the road, make a dub in the old Jeep
I don't wanna f*ck your b*tch, that's my old freak
[Verse 3: YSR Dee Rich]
Think it's a game, when I catch you, I'ma rob you for your V-Bucks
Think I'm crazy when I'm sober, let me pop this other V cup
Free Kannon, brodie chillin' in the feds with his feet up
Free your mans, heard his ass in Saint Louis gettin' beat up
My block slap every f*ckin' day, we got the hookup
It's like six K's around, the hoes be scared when they pull up
Bro been home a whole year and he still makin' cook-ups
He accurate the K, swing that b*tch just like nunchucks

[Verse 4: YSR Loski]
We in the all-black truck in the corner, you can't see us
Pull up, shoot this b*tch in your face, you better D up
I ain't gotta pop a f*ckin' Percocet to T up
If I could bring my n*gga Gabe back, I'd dig G up
The n*gga you call your main shooter, I don't think he tough
I just got a hundred narcos for like three bucks
My lil' n*ggas online with the opps yellin', "Meet up"
The first n*gga drop they pin, they blowin' streets up

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
I just met a b*tch named Donna, she tryna link up
I was sixteen years old throwin' B's up
I'll let Dee Rich off the leash, he won't ease up
I tried to put you on a lick, but you freezed up
I walked into Golden Sun, came out freezed up
My lil' cousin GD, get your G's up
I'm a Flint-Beecher n*gga, get your cheese up
f*ck, ManMan just knocked over lean cup
So much money in my pants, make my jeans bust
You got a roll full of twenties, I got blue bucks
Bro just slid on the opps, man, he too clutch
We gon' hit his ass with that switch 'cause he too tough
I just rolled a five-gram 'Wood, you rolled two blunts
I ain't tryna f*ck her from the front, I told her toot it up